"Aahhh! Monster!"
Aaa… aaah… a childish scream came out of Zi Fan's mouth.
A black something jumped and vanished.
Zi Fan looked left and right, but he saw nothing.
"Is it a ghost? That's why it was so big! Could it come to eat me?"
Tap, tap.
Footsteps came from outside. A beautiful young woman came into the room and picked Zi Fan up.
"Thank heaven, Mother came! Otherwise, that ghost would kill me!"
That woman was Zi Fan's mother.
"Nuwa, what happened? Why is Zi Fan crying again?"
A young man's voice came from outside before Nuwa could answer.
A handsome young man entered the room; one of his eyes was golden and the other silver, like the sun and moon.
His hair was as black as night, and his skin was fair. He was neither very thin nor muscular.
"Hey, you little man, why are you crying? Are you hungry again?" he asked, looking at Zi Fan.
Zi Fan only stared at him.
"Hey, my son, what are you looking at?" he asked Zi Fan again.
Hearing this, Zi Fan came to his senses.
"Wow, what a handsome man my father is! Hehe, then in this life, I should also be a handsome man!" he thought, giggling.
Nuwa, seeing this, could not help but smile sweetly, but remembering something, her smile vanished.
Seeing this, Zi Fan's father wanted to ask Nuwa what happened, but before he could open his mouth, Nuwa said to Zi Fan's father, "Husband, when I came into the room, I saw that there was fear in Zi Fan's eyes. Could Zi Fan have seen something? Do you remember that sometimes some villagers' children go missing?"
"Nuwa, do you want to tell me that something is targeting our son?" Zi Fan's father said to Nuwa in a serious tone.
Hearing this, Nuwa became silent. On her arm, Zi Fan became Sirius.
"System, hey System!"
But no answer came. Zi Fan called again.
[What do you want, kid? Do you find your goal?]
A lazy girl's voice came to Zi Fan's mind.
"No."
[Then, you little monkey, why are you disturbing me?]
Hearing this, Zi Fan felt some anger, but he forcefully calmed down.
"Could you please tell me about this world? Is it my Earth in the past, or is this another world? If it's another world, is it a fantasy world?"
[Hey, hey, stop! I will not answer your questions. Find out yourself and don't disturb me before you find your goal.]
"Hey, you!"
Zi Fan was very angry. He wanted to give this system some good words, but he stopped himself.
Taking a deep breath, he said, "If I don't know about this world, how could I fix my goal?"
[I don't know; that's your job. Stop disturbing me, and remember, kids, this world is very dangerous. Don't die young.]
"Hey, system! Hey, System!"
But no answer came.
"Damn that system! What kind of useless system is this, and why the hell does it have emotions?"
"Nuwa, stay with the child."
Zi Fan's father said that as he started to walk outside.
When Zi Fan heard his father and mother's voices, he stopped comparing in his heart and started to listen, focusing fully.
"Where are you going?"
Nuwa asked him.
"To kill that monster. If we don't kill it soon, it will come back and hurt our child."
Hearing this, Nuwa's pale face became even paler.
But before Nuwa could object,
Zi Fan's father said, "Don't worry about me. I will ask the village chief, and he will surely help us."
Saying that, Zi Fan's father went away.
But Nuwa didn't listen to his explanation. She wanted to stop him, but she couldn't crouch down with a baby in her arms.
After some trying,
Nuwa stood in silence, and Zi Fan in her arms was also silent. They only stared at his back, which was disappearing with time.
When the figure fully disappeared, Nuwa could not help but cry.
It felt like her husband would never come back again.
"Husband, do you think I'm a fool? That monster is constantly eating babies from our village, and the village chief couldn't do anything. Not long ago, he was badly injured, and now you're saying he will help?
Oh, my dear husband, why should you go?"
Nuwa cried and sobbed.
Hearing this, Zi Fan's face became pale.
"No, no! I don't want to lose my father. I was only born, and now I'm going to be an orphan. No!"
Tears fell from Zi Fan's eyes, but no crying sounds came from his mouth.
"If my father dies, then it should be because I was born, right?"
"No! My father will come back safely."
"If I could protect my family... Yes, my goal is to protect my family."
"That's right! I have a system; the system could help me."
"Hey, system! Hey, system! Answer me, please!"
[What is it?]
A little girl's voice came to Zi Fan's mind.
"I found my goal."
[What is that goal?]
"To protect my family."
[Kid, are you a fool? That is your responsibility, not a goal. Don't disturb me.]
The last hope of Zi Fan is gone.
Now, what should I do? What can I do? I am only a baby; I can only wait.
His little face was full of tension.
Nuwa, who was crying, stopped herself upon seeing Zi Fan. Tears were falling, but he wasn't making any sounds, and his face was full of tension.
She became more sorrowful.
But understanding dawned upon her: isn't Zi Fan only a baby? How could he understand? Or is he caring because I'm crying? But she didn't think much about that.
She was thinking about her husband. If Zi Fan had not been born, then Nuwa would have gone with her husband to death, but she has to take care of his little kid.
Do you think Zi Fan's father is fearless, or does he not know about the chief's injury? He knows everything, and he also understands that if he goes, there is a high possibility that he will die. But so what?
If he doesn't go, then his son will be eaten by that monster.
This is the love of a father: if danger comes to his family, then danger has to pass through his dead body.
And a mother's love—she couldn't go like a father; she has to live on for her family. If she dies, then her kids will suffer the most. Do you think living is only a blessing? Sometimes, living is more painful than death.
Zi Fan was a little baby, but he wants to protect his parents. What is most painful for him is that his father has to risk his life to protect him.
If his father dies protecting him, how could he live on because of his guilt? But he can't even die; he has to live on; otherwise, his father's sacrifice will be for nothing. Isn't this torture?
Everyone sacrifices for each other; this is called family.